Title : Foreskin
Rating : R
Note : Unbeta'd. Probably not what you had in mind, prompter, but I hope you'll find it enjoyable all the same. :3

Foreskin

Spencer woke to the touch on his forehead. Hotch’s face came into view and Spencer swallowed. His throat felt like sandpaper when he tried to speak. It was either incoherent or Hotch wasn’t listening because his question was ignored.

“You’re still warm,” Hotch said as he tested Spencer’s face and neck. “How are you feeling?”

Spencer could think of a few things—exhausted, useless, utterly unsexy—but he replied, “I’ll survive.”

“Jack wanted to come in but I didn’t think you’d be up for it,” Hotch told him, retracting his hand.

Spencer felt a tug somewhere inside him. “Germs. Not good for a five-year-old,” he joked.

The concern on Hotch’s face didn’t fade. “Do you think you’re up for a shower?”

He groaned at the thought of doing anything other than lying there.

“You know that it will make you feel better,” Hotch said, placing a hand on his upper arm.

Spencer did know that but at the moment the thought of standing under a faucet just seemed impossible.

“Come on.” Hotch tugged at his hand. Spencer thought about protesting but then he realized he was too tired to even do that.

Several minutes after fumbling with their clothes, they stepped inside the shower. The water was warm and Spencer waited for that better feeling to come, but it didn’t. All he felt was that he was going to fall, but that didn’t happen either because Hotch was there, holding him up, letting him rest his weight against his own body. It was a little embarrassing, but it also felt good. Spencer wasn’t used to being on this end, the one receiving care.

Hotch’s hands were warm and slippery, rubbing away the knots in his shoulders and back. Spencer jumped when the hands ran past his waist and cupped his buttocks. The fingers pushed the soap water in between the cheeks and that was when Spencer felt like he was falling again. This time Hotch pressed him into the wall and started washing his front—arms, chest, stomach. When the hand found his penis, Spencer pushed the hand away entirely.

“Don’t.”

Hotch looked up. “It’s okay. I used to do this for Jack all the time.”

“I’m not Jack.”

Hotch smiled and the hand returned, pulling down his foreskin. “Obviously.”

Spencer heard himself whimper as he held on to Hotch’s shoulders.

“I’m glad that your parents kept you intact,” Hotch said, his palm gently rubbing the now unhooded tip.

Spencer knew intimacy, but not this kind of intimacy. It was a little scary. Spencer felt he had to go somewhere else, anywhere else, or else he would explode.

“It was my mom.” Spencer tried to think. “She always says…” But then Hotch’s soapy hand found his sacks.

“What?” Hotch’s breath was warm on his neck.

Spencer took one hand from Hotch’s shoulder and placed it on the wall behind him for balance. “She always says, ‘Why mess with perfection?’ ”

Hotch leaned back, running his hands up Spencer’s sides. “She’s right.”

Spencer felt a little ridiculous, hearing something like this from someone he often thought too good to be true. So he did the only thing he could, he smiled and let Hotch pressed their lips together under a spray of lukewarm water.

Once Hotch got him out of the shower, into fresh pajamas and in their bed, he snuggled behind Spencer and asked, “Better?”

Spencer closed his eyes and inhaled Hotch’s scent, letting himself being pulled into the warm arms and chest. “I will be.”


Edited at 2010-12-09 08:56 pm (UTC)

There're no words to describe the perfection of this fic!

Bravo, my friend!

Why, thank you! Glad you liked. :D

Aww, loved Hotch taking care of Spencer.

Sweet.

I'm a sucker for sick fics. Thank you for reading. <3

Love,Love,Love...this one i could have just kept reading on and on.

It was a happy piece. I was happy writing it. Thanks!

<3

<333

Clearly you didn't mean for it come across this way, but going straight from 'I used to do this for jack all the time' to a handjob can be pretty triggery. Just something to keep in mind for next time.
I realize this was totally unintentional but the proximity of the two sentiments seemed a bit...overlapping?

I'm not the author, but I didn't get that impression at all; the way I read it, Reid never became aroused. Hotch was cleaning under his foreskin, something which uncircumcised men need to do regularly to avoid getting infections there, and which parents need to do for young boys who can't. Hygiene. :)

You're thinking way too much into this.

I was a little worried about that, lol. I'm glad most people didn't find it in that way. Either way, thanks for dropping by. :)

Awww, so sweet.

<3

Hee, thanks! <3

(I'm loving your icon!)

You weaved your way out of porn, smart pants! XD

Do not object, am happy :3

wrong thread before, sorry <3

Hee, sorry about that. I wasn't particularly in the mood for porn and then I heard another sick story from poor Emz and this was born. Glad it made you happy though. <3

You did a good job of capturing how intimacy isn't exclusively sexual. Hotch taking care of Reid when he's feeling so ill and vulnerable and Reid accepting the care...it's just beautiful.

Aww, when you put it like that, they were pretty adorable, weren't they? I guess they just can't help themselves. XD Always glad to find you here. Thank you.

aww,great Story VERY good.

Thanks <3

I love Hotch taking care of Reid, so sweet and tender with him. Lovely fic!

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed that. <3

Awwww, that was just all kinds of sweet! Coming from a culture where perfection is the norm I have to say that I agree with Hotch and Reid's mother.

Thank you for writing and sharing, and especially thank you for the wonderful list you maintain on delicious.com, it is pure gold for a cm novice!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

aww. it amazes me how much more intimate it is to read about bathing than about sex. Especially when describing cleaning all the cracks and crevices. Even writing those words seems more difficult in this context.